Last night we went to our friend Jonathan’s parents’ house for Rosh Hashanah dinner. It was really huge and tasty and fun. We’ve had lots of wonderful family dinners with them in the past two years, but this time was the first time I felt like I could really understand most of the conversation, so it was even more fun. Except there was so much food that I was basically in a deep food coma for most of the night.
When the horseradish came out (to go with the gefilte fish) i said “como se llama? Rabino! rabino picante, mmm, me encanta!”(i thought i had said “what’s the word for that? oh, horseradish! I love horseradish!”) but everyone laughed and I didn’t know why and they told me that I was saying “oh, spicy rabbi! I LOVE spicy rabbi!” because rabbi is rabino (rabino picante is spicy rabbi) and horseradish is rabano picante.
ha ha. spicy rabbi.